Lily Greenberg
Is not this male poet assuming a woman's voice everything you ever wanted from a woman?
His woman talks
about her cunt, how it opens
like a valve, flaps like a wing,
how it doesn’t say: I want
a day in the sun. I am
overgrowing. I need no forgiveness.
Her cunt is an everflowing river
of no mouth. Her river is fertile
in a sexy way. The blood of her
river is always bright
and does not clot. Her blood
is never sad for no reason.
Her breasts are faucets of milk.
Her legs could wrap around an oak
twice. Floral caves are her armpits.
The aura of womb is upon her.
The glory of womb is being
gardened by a man. Her roses
are pinker than a dead sky.
Her sky has always been a ceiling.
about her cunt, how it opens
like a valve, flaps like a wing,
how it doesn’t say: I want
a day in the sun. I am
overgrowing. I need no forgiveness.
Her cunt is an everflowing river
of no mouth. Her river is fertile
in a sexy way. The blood of her
river is always bright
and does not clot. Her blood
is never sad for no reason.
Her breasts are faucets of milk.
Her legs could wrap around an oak
twice. Floral caves are her armpits.
The aura of womb is upon her.
The glory of womb is being
gardened by a man. Her roses
are pinker than a dead sky.
Her sky has always been a ceiling.
Biography
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Lily Greenberg (she/her) is a poet from Nashville, Tennessee living in Portland, Maine. Her work has appeared in Hobart, storySouth, Third Coast Magazine, and About Place Journal, among others, and her debut collection of poems In the Shape of a Woman is forthcoming with Broadstone Books in 2022. She is a 2021 Breadloaf Scholar and the 2021 recipient of the Dick Shea Memorial Award for Poetry judged by Jennifer Militello. Lily earned her MFA at the University of New Hampshire. Find more of her work at lily-greenberg.com and follow her on Twitter at @lily_greenberg.
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